“My sister and yes, she did. I don’t do drama.”
“I don’t either and I usually mind my business, but I saw you looking at me.”
Farrah giggled, “I was never looking at you.”
“Aw.”
He didn’t say another word, he just walked away, and she had no clue as to why she cared, but it made her a little mad. Pooh walked over to her while shaking her head.
“You just couldn’t resist the nigga, huh? I hope you can fight as good as you say you can because that bitch gon’ tear your head off your shoulders.”
“A lie. I didn’t say but a few words to that man, but let’s go. I don’t want no smoke.”
They got in the car and rode around. Cam was no longer on her mind, but that nigga with the Mercedes was. They finally grabbed some bomb ass hood food and ended up on the front porch. Farrah was pigging out when she heard guys laughing and talking and therehewas…she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him if she wanted to. She was so caught up in her gaze, she didn’t hear Pooh until she yelled at her.
“Bitch! Back to earth! You gon’ burn a hole in the nigga’s face.”
As soon as those words left her mouth, he came walking in their direction.
“Yo, dead that shit. I’m not trying to be into it with that bitch Shika.”
“You won’t because nothing is happening,” Farrah shot back as he stood at the bottom of the stairs and Pooh got up and walked into the house.
“I usually mind my business, but I saw you staring at me,” he hit her with the same line from earlier and it got her. She was smiling from ear to ear.
“You got me, but like I said, I don’t do drama.”
“Me neither. Now that we got that established, I’m Harlem.”
“Like New York?”
“Nah, likeHarlem Nights, my mother had a weird ass obsession with Eddie Murphy, but whatever,” he replied, causing Farrah to laugh again.
In that moment she didn’t give a fuck about his girl, the longer she stood there talking and laughing with him, the more she liked him.
“So you gon’ tell me a name to save your number under?” he asked, pulling his phone out.
She stared at him and once again, Pooh’s warning popped in her head.
“Diamond,” she lied with a straight face.
10
It was mid-July, time was waiting on no one, everything and everyone seemed to be changing. Cam was confused, Farrah wasn’t calling or texting him anymore, she didn’t even reply when he reached out to her on some bored shit. Ace said that she was spending the summer at her mother’s house on the other side of town. Not only was she moving funny, but Diamond wasn’t fucking with him either. When he saw her, they spoke, and she kept it moving. He did notice she didn’t look the same, she didn’t walk the same, and her energy wasn’t the same. She moved like she always had somewhere to be.
“I see you been checking out Rich’s daughter, Diamond,” Stone said as Cam sat at the dining room table scrolling through his phone.
“Where you see that at?” Cam hated how thirsty his father made him sound, so he played it cool.
“I have eyes everywhere, Son. I know who you talk to, who you like, and who you affiliate yourself with. I even know that Farrah kicked you to curb for an out south nigga,” Stone chuckled as Cam frowned.
“Man, I don’t care who Farrah is chilling with.”
“But Diamond…”
Cam shook his head, “She’s sixteen, too young for me.”
“Good, leave that alone. She’s a young bull that’s going to grow into a big shark if she’s anything like her Pop. She got one of the best niggas from the game to teach her the plays.”
